the room entered me as soon as i walked in exploding imploding brain with chatter noise crazy loud talk about impressionists buddhists bohemians poets bikers modernists insane drunk sober unbearable chatter noise not enough tequila to ease my quiet angst hysteria exploding imploding brain cells dead mind numbing shatter noise
Lolling on a hazy summer day, drool running down my chin my beer tipping precariously as eyes closed off consciousness slipping sneaking me into a soft slumber nap. A busy curious house fly landed on my nose to walk around its new found planet for exploration or to search for food discovering nothing moving … Continue reading Summer Memories
I just read another blog about meditating and how such a practice can change one's lives. I have been meditating now, off and on, for over 40 years and most recently have completed over 800 straight days, maybe only 10 minutes sometimes like when I am traveling, but I at least sat in quiet for … Continue reading Meditation
With the grace of a gazelleshe floated amongst the flowersof all rainbow huesstopping, smelling, studying,admiring as an aesthetemight search for truthin a tome that could explainrapturous enchantment.
After college, I located to Cedar Rapids, about 125 miles away. I came back to the farm frequently, especially after Dad died, then more in the last six months with Mom’s failing health. I only ever went to the farm, never socializing in town. Most folks never knew I was there, especially Molly Ann who … Continue reading Swinging on a Star (Final)
“Would you like to swing on a star Carry moonbeams home in a jar And be better off than you are Or would you rather be a mule . . .” Those old forgotten lyrics came sneaking back into my head as I sat on the hill down below the old farmhouse where I grew … Continue reading Swinging on a Star (Part 1 of 2)
Six months later, Emma walked proudly across the stage to receive her PhD in Historical Studies from Harvard University. Her dissertation had received high praise from her graduate committee. Her major professor was urging her to expand it into a book. Her family was in the audience and after the ceremony they all hovered around … Continue reading Library of the Occult (Final)